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Word has traveled around the Cathedral about a memorial service for the deceased, and in the early morning, everyone gathers in the small chapel near the Gathering. White prayer candles light the room. Half-a-dozen wooden pews face the main altar—a narrow marble table with a solitary Christian crucifix on top. As you enter, Emma steps beside you; she's dressed in a slender black dress with a gray veil covering her hair.

"I got up early just to clean this place. Took me hours," she says. You glance around and cannot find even a speck of dust.

Tom sits on the side furthest from you, near a wire rack of unlit candles. Heather sits next to him, dressed in dark jeans and a black t-shirt.

A laptop sits on a chair near the altar with a photo of Jason taped to the open screen. Mindy sits in a back row, staring forward at the altar. She shows no emotion, face as plain as a field of fresh snow. Her hair is dyed jet black, and she wears all black cloths. Also atop the altar is a 5x7 photo of Javier and Dave, showing the pair standing at the helm of the boat which brought you here months ago.